domingo, 6 de outubro de 2013

There are few things in the world more frightening than the future stretching out ahead of you, unknowable and unseen.
But sometimes the most frightening future is the one
you do know.

The fate you see coming... and can't escape.

There's nothing more terrifying than the future.

And nothing more inevitable.
There are some futures so devastating, you can't imagine surviving them.
So you fight and you run. But no matter how far you run, or how hard you fight, the future catches up.

terça-feira, 6 de agosto de 2013

quinta-feira, 1 de agosto de 2013

Human beings are hard-wired to connect.
We are drawn to one another by our own chemistry.
We produce attachment hormones that create intimacy.
We build neural bridges that bond us, brain to brain... heart to heart.

Those bonds, once formed, are not meant to be broken.

Our brains, our entire nervous systems, are designed for us to form deep, lasting bonds.

domingo, 19 de maio de 2013

What we crave for most in this world is Connection. For some people it happens at first sight, it's when you know, you know! It's fate working its magic and that's great for them. They get to live a Pop song, ride the express train but that's not the way it really works. For the rest of us, it's a bit less romantic, it's complicated, it's messy, it's about horrible timing and fumbled opportunities and not being able to say what you need to say when you need to say it - at least that's the way it was for me.

But sometimes it slows down just enough for all the pieces to fall into place. Fate works its magic and you are connected. Every once in a while, in all the randomness something unexpected happens and it pushes us all forward and the truth is... What I'm starting to think, what I'm starting to feel is that may be the human race isn't a Race at all.

segunda-feira, 25 de março de 2013

segunda-feira, 18 de março de 2013

See, honey, I am not some broken thingI do not lay here in the dark waiting for theeNo my heart is gold. My feet are lightAnd I am racing out on the desert plains all night

So some say love is a burning thingThat it makes a fiery ringOh but I know love as a caging thingJust a killer come to call from some awful dreamO and all you folks, you come to seeYou just stand there in the glass looking at meBut my heart is wild. And my bones are steamAnd I could kill you with my bare hands if I was free